Answer:
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
What flies without wings?
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?